"It isn’t a good thing to have the money concentrated all in the one family, the way you do in a place like this,” Mr. Carlton said. “I mean, for a girl like my daughter Corrie here. For example, I mean, like her. It isn’t good. Nobody on the same level.”
Collections of short stories of noted Canadian writer Alice Munro of life in rural Ontario include Dance of the Happy Shades (1968) and Moons of Jupiter (1982); for these and vivid novels, she won the Nobel Prize of 2013 for literature.
People widely consider her premier fiction of the world. Munro thrice received governor general's award. She focuses on human relationships through the lens of daily life. People thus refer to this "the Canadian Chekhov."
Last night, I slept listening to Margaret Atwood reading this story, today i googled the work and read it while listening to the podcast again. Although I have never had a chance to read Munro's works as i don't know where to start, I guess this is a very good start. The way Margaret Atwood and Deborah Treisman discussed on the characters, plotline and editing history of the work is totally intriguing too. Now I am browsing which Munro's work I should read next xD
A story of businessman cheating on his wife with a rich woman that lived alone. Heard on New Yorker Fiction podcast. Their relationship and related blackmail makes for an intriguing story. The podcast has an interesting discussion with Margaret Atwood after the story, including an alternate ending.
I read this for my creatieve writing class and it was a very nicely written intriguing little story with (undoubtably) lots of layers to be discovered in class (but not now cause my mind is tiredddd).
Listened to this on the New Yorker fiction podcast and Margaret Atwood has a lovely voice! I love Corrie’s character so much but the ending made me sad :(
I'm unsure if this story is simplistic or subtly complicated. Either way it is gorgeous. Listen to the podcast about this story to be completely swept away. Alice Munro is brilliant.
'There's always one morning when you realize that the birds have all gone. (...) She gets up and quickly dresses and walks through every room in the house, introducing the walls and the furniture to this new idea. A cavity everywhere, most notably in her chest.'